Have I always been a faithful adherent of this advice? Certainly, not. But when I have, I have few regrets.

I love the ladies. I love my Scotch. I make no apologies about either of these vices. They make me the man I am. Sure, I’ve faced consequences for my predilections. But, I’ve also lived a life that many regard as legendary.

I make feminists cringe. And, I don’t care. I’m not trying to win their respect. The women I love—beautiful, feminine women—are drawn to me like white on rice.

Sure, some men hate me. Screw them. Men—real men—worship and envy me. They want to be me. Why? Because I live my life on my terms. I play by my rules. And, if you don’t like it, that’s your issue, not mine.

At the end of the day, life is about choices:

If you want to live a life of teetotaling and sexual repression, be my guest. More women, more Scotch for me. But, be the man you want to be, not the man “they” want you to be.